❖ Ashlyn Seiki Winters | Navigator x Assassin | Location ✦ Torino Island | Company ✦ Galand then Six | Words ✦ 510 ❖
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The woman has followed after Galand, watching as he fought to his heart's content the chosen ones that didn’t put up much in the way of a fight. It was a sight to behold, even if it didn’t last very long. It made the woman yearn for a fruit of her own, see the things his and Goldy’s could do. Could even she become that powerful? Ashlyn had tried to not be power obsessed even if her past was filled with such. What she could remember was shrouded in death and destruction, and it wasn’t something she wanted to revisit.
But… She could rely on them to protect her forever could she?
Collecting several things from the nearby buildings, and from the fallen opponents in Galand’s wake, Ashlyn had managed to gather a couple of rather large sacks of valuables that they could sell off later. Looking in the direction Goldilocks had went, Ashlyn bit her lip silently worried. Why was she already worried about the well being of these two battle crazed individuals?
The two’s path had led them back to the Yonko and Ashlyn nodded to the large man as he threw her his bag. “Yeah, you be careful, I’m going to wander a little in this direction see if I can’t find something else…” Trailing off, the woman didn’t move immediately. “Just… Just be careful… Not that I care or anything, but… I need someone to get me off this island alive.” With that the woman collected his bag and headed off on her own.
The sounds of screams drew the curious woman in that direction, old habits dying hard. Seeing no one around, Ashlyn stored the two bags, then continued to head in the singular direction. Her feet carrying her swiftly while she searched for the source. “Hello?” The woman called out, curious what exactly was going on.
There seemed to be a lot of blood in the area, but considering what was going on, Ashlyn attributed that to the battle. Hearing the sounds of footsteps in another direction, the woman headed for that. If it was someone that needed help she would do her best. Eventually she spotted a man walking. “Did you hear that screaming?” She called out to the man in question.
Looking him over as he turned around, the navigator got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach about the man. It didn’t help she noticed the blood on him. “Are you… Are you alright?” She asked curiously, but seeing no discernible wounds, the violet haired woman could only come to the conclusion that the blood belonged to someone else. Her mind told her to get out of the area, but he feet remained rooted in place. “Who’s blood is that?” She asked in a more monotone manner.
Eyeing the blood, she tilted her head curiously and critically. “You did more than kill someone to spill that much. Perhaps dismemberment, or even bloodletting. Makes one wonder why.” She continued in perfect monotone, head still tilted as the woman studied him.
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North Lotus
Dcme
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"No signs of life here, save the embers, the occasional flame.
We know the way but can't remember, conception to the grave.
Shout confessions from the greatest heights, where no one can hear.
All my fears, my insecurities are falling like tears.
If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by.
Forget my name and I'll forget it too.
Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives.
Are what keep me coming back to you."
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